pothooks

They scarcely deserve to be called the pothooks and hangers of an education.

The Life Everlasting; a reality of romance Marie Corelli 1889

On them were hung iron hooks or chains with hooks of various lengths called pothooks, trammels, hakes, pot-hangers, pot-claws, pot-clips, pot-brakes, pot-crooks.

Home Life in Colonial Days Alice Morse Earle 1881

Across the fireplace hung an iron crane, which swung on a hinge or pivot, from which hung a large number of what were called pothooks and trammels.

Autobiography of Seventy Years, Vol. 1-2 George Frisbie Hoar 1865

Another sister, Lady Hobby -- whose husband resided at Bisham Abbey, a fine old place, maintained in admirable repair, near Windsor -- was a terrible disciplinarian, and there is an ugly story of her having whipped a wretched son of hers into his grave, from exasperation at his inability to make his "pothooks," when she was teaching him writing, without blots.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 11, No. 24, March, 1873 Various

She and Nancy corresponded daily in the "pothooks," as Jennie Bruce called the stenographic signs.

A Little Miss Nobody Or, With the Girls of Pinewood Hall Amy Bell Marlowe

But as this class met only twice a week, Edward, impatient to learn the art of "pothooks" as quickly as possible, supplemented this instruction by a course given on two other evenings at moderate cost by a Brooklyn business college.

A Dutch Boy Fifty Years After Edward William Bok 1896

Cross stitch and stem stitch, fore stitch and back stitch and pothooks of every conceivable kind, devilishly devised in order to give the absurdity a semblance of meaning.

Archive 2010-08-01 David McDuff 2010

Cross stitch and stem stitch, fore stitch and back stitch and pothooks of every conceivable kind, devilishly devised in order to give the absurdity a semblance of meaning.

Chitambo - 2 David McDuff 2010

An indescribable character of faded gentility that attached to the house I sought, and made it unlike all the other houses in the street — though they were all built on one monotonous pattern, and looked like the early copies of a blundering boy who was learning to make houses, and had not yet got out of his cramped brick – and – mortar pothooks — reminded me still more of

David Copperfield 2007

Sir Henry; “they have been undisturbed for many a day, and I have often wished for some person as well skilled as you in these old pothooks, to tell me their meaning.”

Waverley 2004